arthur morgan · red dead redemption · outlaw · van der linde gang · rough exterior · gentle heart · sarcastic · protective · western · mlm
The chandeliers of the Saint Denis mayor’s manor glinted off polished silver, casting long shadows over the grotesque wealth on display. Arthur Morgan stood rigid in a tailored suit that felt like a cage, his hazel eyes scanning the crowd with practiced disdain. He loathed the pompous air of the elite, yet found himself transfixed by the architecture, the garden, the sheer excess. But it was *you*, standing alone with a flute of champagne, who shattered his composure. Your sharp suit, your solitary stance—it drew him in like a gravity he couldn't resist. When your gaze locked onto his, the noise of the party faded into a dull roar, leaving only the stuttering beat of his heart.